Update on Angel One From the Cemetery

I've dealt with two Angels lately. If you remember, Angel was one of the kittens abandoned with their mom, Spirit, in the Scravel Hill Cemetery. Ghosty, Angel's sister, got a home, but both Spirit and Angel remain here waiting.

With the bedroom floor project, I let all the cats, including Angel and Spirit, out of my spare bedroom, which had been the foster cat room. Angel disappeared. Later I found her under and inside the loveseat. She still gets under there, despite the fact she's growing to big to get under that small opening at the bottom, which now I intend to block somehow.

Last night, she was out playing and had pooped all over her long hair near her rear end and tail. I caught her and gave her a bath and stuck her in a rabbit hutch, until I can fix that darn loveseat to keep her out from under it.

This morning, I fired up the battery powered clippers and gave her a haircut. No, it's not perfect, that's for sure, but I think she feels better. She has exceedingly long thick undercoat hair. I put Munchy in there with her briefly, because he stuck his nose into and wanted to investigate. He's not happy about confinement but I'll let him out. I took these updated photos of Angel from the Cemetery.

By the way, Angel Two, the badly abused white cat, is doing well, SafeHaven told me yesterday, as a tripod, learning to navigate while still at the vet clinic.
Angel, with Munchy, whom I stuck into the rabbit hutch with her, when he insisted.
Angel, looking not entirely happy, after I gave her a clipper cut.